Dear Mrs. Thompson
The United States Military and the
Secretary of Defense regrets to inform you
That another son was lost today
Sitting on the bitter edge of
Infinite reality
Another heart incinerated
And cast into the whirlwind like
Blades of grass
Brown from summer heat unkind
Like searing tears of molten lava
Streaming down into a lake of
Blood and lost years
Dear Mrs. Johnson
The United States Military and the
Secretary of Defense regrets to inform you
That another bed is empty tonight
Dancing on the broken glass of
Absolute insanity
Another useless skeleton sucked dry
Of flesh and will and marrow
Of hope and certainty
Becomes sand that becomes
His grave
Dear Mrs. Morrison
The United States Military and the
Secretary of Defense regrets to inform you
That another life has been thrown into the vortex today
Shatters into a thousand pieces
Of jagged glass and shards of
Disdain and empty misery
Lack of purpose and necessity
Tearing flesh and cutting hands
With bleeding fingers
Pick up the fragments of your broken mind
To rebuild your broken heart
And meanwhile
As angry lead hornets penetrate skin
Bone and flesh
Emptying spirit
We spend lives like spare time
On the golf course
With the same ruthless indifference
As the bullets that kill your children
While we smoke cigars and get rich
We refuse to believe our mistakes
So instead we believe our lies
Dear Mrs. Thompson
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